"If I were givin' up I'd sure perished before to-morrow mornin', for 'tis growin' wonderful cold; but I has grit and a stout heart like a man, and I gets a place to bide and a fine warm fire to heat un." With the first moments of relaxation, Jamie became aware that his wrists were exceedingly painful, and upon examination he discovered that they had been burned much worse than he had realized in his attempts to sever the string that bound them.

Large blisters had been raised, and one of the blisters had been broken, doubtless while he was engaged in building his lean-to shelter.

The loose skin had been rubbed off, and the angry red wound left unprotected.
"I'll have to fix un," he declared.

"The sore places'll be gettin' rubbed against things, and be a wonderful lot worse and I leaves un bide as they is." In the course of the first aid instruction, Doctor Joe had taught Jamie, as well as David and Andy, the art of applying bandages, but now Jamie had no bandages to apply.

For a little while he helplessly contemplated his wrists.